Текст: David Byrne. Astronaut.

The western lands, day turns to night
Immaterial play of light
It's very nice out here

I poked my hand in a hornet's nest
They flew out all around my face
I guess it's just self defense

The camera pans, the focus shifts
The world is a hornet's nest
I learned my lesson well

I surf the net and watched TV
There's peace in the Middle East
Feel like I'm an astronaut, now I am an astronaut